Rimuru Raphael Novels & Stories

Looks: 5’7, White, brown round eyes, wrinkles, brown short hair always on a ponytail, slim. Family: Raphael Lockwood (boss, like a son) / Robert Smith (husband) / Isbella (Tammy) Smith (daughter) Friends: N/A Romeo Karkov (62) Job: Leader of the Russian mafia Raphael’s biggest enemy Personality: despicable, unfaithful, rude, dangerous, womaniser, disrespectful Looks: 5’7, White greasy hair, Fat, wrinkles, with uneven teeth. Scar on the right side of his face, green eyes.

Raphael coughed lightly to bring back the two souls who seemed to be lost in each other’s eyes. “I have to go out for a while.” Raphael stood up with a teasing smile once he got their attention “No need to wait for me for lunch.” Raphael lifted his feet and walked away without looking back, a smile dancing on his lips. He wanted to give them space while Emile dropped the bomb.

"So I'll take what's hers." I called Raphael into the war room. My inner circle gathered. Seven of the most dangerous creatures to ever walk the earth. Raphael—my oldest general. A strategist. A survivor. Selene—an assassin who moved like death itself. Dmitri—Russian. Built like a tank. Yuki—Japanese. Ancient. Precise. Marcus—my right hand. Isabelle—French. Beautiful. Deadly. And Konstantin—the oldest. Nearly two thousand years. I slid the photograph across the table. Kai staring up at them.

I followed it like a compass I wasn’t supposed to have. Raphael stood in the middle of a living room that looked like it had been designed by someone who hated clutter and loved power. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed the city like it was his personal snow globe. He wore a charcoal button-down with the sleeves rolled once, forearms bare, a thin scar running along the left one like a signature. His hair was still mostly black, but silver had started winning battles at the temples. He looked exactly like the man my mother had warned me about and nothing like the uncle who used to slip me twenty-dollar bills at family barbecues when I was twelve.

I refuted adamantly. “Beta Raphael is as deadly as a viper. He will ruin you!”

Raphael puts me down, pulling me into a tighter hug as he whispers, “I have missed you…” He then pulls back and smirks, “You been keeping up your training?” I lower my head, and then a flash of memory of standing in a kitchen and putting him in his place, as he didn’t believe I could protect myself or Zachariah. I then smile as I step back, keeping my hands on his arms as I then quickly step forward, hooking my leg behind his, making him fall backward. He grabs my arms and takes me with him, but I throw myself forward into a roll, coming back up on my feet, and facing him, laughing. Raphael was already back on his feet and laughs as he relaxes his stance. He then bows as he says,

', I stuttered not at all sure whether I heard correctly or not. At this point, something happened to make me confirm that an alternate universe does exist. He smiled. Raphael Sinclair smiled at me. Good old me. And what a smile it is. I couldn't even stutter now. My voice lodged itself in my throat. I gaped at him, opening and closing my mouth. 'I know Ms. Anderson, we started on the wrong foot here. Why don't we start fresh? Hi, I'm Raphael Sinclair, CEO for this enterprise', he said extending his hand.

She turned to see that her friend was staring at Romeo who was also holding her by his gaze. "I uhmmm, I gotta go girls, I will see you at the cafeteria" Doris stammered before clumsily getting out, leaving Aliyah and Thea confused. "What the hell was that?" **** Raphael woke up quite late after a dramatic last evening. He was surprised that Pearl had gone to the extent of sending gang members after him. What bothered him the most was the fact that they related to him that he was alive because of the presence of their godmother. Raphael was curious to know the identity of their godmother.

The way he looked, the way he carried himself, so simple, yet one could tell he was a billionaire. He had long hair, the same length as Ian’s, only his was blonde. That’s when Fatima noticed the shape of his nose, straight and pointy, just like Ian’s. It was like looking at Ian’s twin brother. “My name is Raphael. But you can call me Raph. Nice to finally meet you,” he introduced himself, taking Fatima’s hand to his lips, which she hadn’t even realized she had given him, as she was too shocked just looking at him.

I wondered. "Hello all, I'm Raphael." He introduced himself when he got to the podium. His baritone and husky voice rang out throughout the hall. "You can call me Dr Raphael, I'm your new literature lecturer for the time being." He concluded with a hard task smirk. What is that? I wondered.